"Trying to scare me off by unleashing your strongest skills? Hoping I'd believe the battle's already lost? Clever plan, but sadly, I'm not so easily frightened."
Orson smiled coldly, his every word striking at Misius' nerves. The Wise Angel's expression twisted—his weakness had been exposed.
As a master of psychological warfare, Orson remained unshaken even under the jeers of millions. His motto: stay alert in victory, find weakness in defeat, and always think clearly in crisis. That mindset was what made him who he was.
In truth, the situation was even grimmer than Orson imagined. The four Wise Angels, the four Archdemons, and the entire Grey Watchers—these were all once players, granted law powers by the supreme gods. Forced soul descent into Infinite Dimensions came at a terrible cost. Once their divine law was depleted in battle, their parasitic existence would end. True death awaited them.
